This is a song about "Rap pads"

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

I pray so much about it, need some knee pads

You, you, you have to pay for that

Still unravelling rap

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Pride comes before the fall,so i pray i land on pads, cause im still human

And that's jay line i had to quote that

Imma spit this angry rap

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

My rhyme ideas come out so fast i need four pads

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

A young grasshopper that's trying to skip pads

Fo ta lova rap, i always loved rap,

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

And sense when because i rap,

I know what you do with that